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The Education of Rachel
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by Danton

Part 5.

The word "punished" struck Rachel hard.  She had laid there, on the table,
nude and helpless, an object to be examined and enjoyed by all.  She had
exposed her secret passages to their perusal, had stroked her loins in a
demeaning display of servitude.  All this she did to avoid punishment -- all
was in vain.  That bastard, Rachel thought to herself, wants everything;
he will not be satisfied until I am totally humiliated and demoralized.  For
a quick, inward moment, Rachel rebelled.  She would rise up, she thought,
and leave this place, these insane people.  She would force them to release 
her, and return to the safety of John's arms.

Ah, but John!, Rachel remembered; John will be so hurt.  How could I present
myself to him as a failure?  Not even able to withstand a mere twenty-four
hours away from him!  I could never face him again, not after this.  With
an audible groan, Rachel once again resigned herself to her destiny.  She
could never disappoint John, at least not in this way, and so she knew that
there were no alternatives -- she must proceed with her training.

This time Rachel steeled her nerve and resolved to enjoy herself.  With eyes
closed, it was possible to shut out the obscene leers of the businessmen;
with imagination, she could transport herself back to her own room, to her
own bed.  Slowly, teasingly, she brought both hands up to her breasts and
began to trace delicate circles around the nipples.  In her mind, she could
clearly picture the day when first she had allowed John, the only man thus 
honored, to touch her naked body.

A single year ago, the event was etched into her memory forever.  Feeling now
fearful and vulnerable, she could almost relive the delicious experience
of his hands tentatively stroking her breasts, his eyes enjoying the 
completeness of her beauty.  They had met some weeks earlier, but Rachel
required no small amount of time before she would trust any man to know her
body.  Gradually, over the course of many intimate conversations, many
pleasant hours in John's company, Rachel decided to share her body with him.
Almost ceremonially, she prepared her tiny one-room apartment for his
arrival.

To keep her special gift a secret, Rachel did not discuss her intentions
with John.  When he knocked, and heard her bid him to enter, John expected
nothing more from Rachel than the dinner she had ostensibly invited him to.
Though his longing for her was great, and increased with each new meeting,
he could never be sure their love would ever be consummated -- until that
evening.  Opening the door, John viewed the scene which was to change both
of their lives.  The room was dim, being lit only by several large candles
placed on the floor and on a small table next to Rachel's bed.  Soft, pulsating
music mingled with the scent of apple blossoms in the air, both originating
in some unseen portion of the flat.  Unseen portion?  Rachel had taken
several large sheets and hung them from the ceiling, concealing the more
mundane aspects of her tiny room, and effectively drawing all attention
towards the center of the room, where now sat her bed.

When first his eyes gazed upon the bed, John was overwhelmed by the beauty
and mystery of the tableau.  There was Rachel, lying serenely on her back,
covered from her neck to her toes by a single gauzy sheet of the purest
white.  Her long tresses were magnificently curled, framing her angelic
face and resting finally on the white sheet.  The sheet itself was almost
translucent, and clung to her body in such a way as to conform to every
curve and line.  The peaks and valleys of her flesh beneath the cover cast 
sensuous shadows in the yellow candlelight.  

Rachel's apprehension, as well as her excitement, grew as John closed the
door and drew nearer to her body.  Savoring each passing moment, he viewed 
with intense interest the contours of her form beneath the sheet.  Her eyes
widened and sparkled in the candlelight, catching and holding his gaze.  
John opened his mouth to speak, but Rachel gently hushed him, turning her
head instead to view the small night table to her left.  With a quick
glance at the table, John noticed a small handwritten note lying next to
the candle.  

The note had been written on fine parchment; when lifted from the table it
filled John's head with an intoxicating aroma, much like a field of wild-
flowers on a sunny spring morning.  The words were few, lovingly stroked
in a most feminine hand in red ink, obviously from a fountain pen.  The
message was clear enough however, and represented the fulfillment of John's
dreams.

"My Darling," Rachel had written, "I love you and will always love you.
I am yours, tonight and forever, take me."

The sepia tones of candlelight made a teardrop on his cheek glisten as John 
replaced the letter on the table and slowly brought his face to Rachel's 
lips.  Kneeling beside her bed, he kissed her, gently and then firmer, 
transmitting the electricity he felt inside to Rachel, intensifying her own 
excitement.  Then he began the delicious torture.  Softly, deliberately, 
John let his fingertips rest on her shoulders.  Feeling the warm smoothness 
of the thin sheet, he slowly moved his fingers downward, encircling her 
breasts, tracing the outlines of her sides, caressing the tight muscles of 
her inner thighs, tenderly stroking the bottoms of her hidden feet.  Rachel's 
chest rose and fell under the coverlet as her breathing increased its pace 
and weight.  She did not really know what to expect from John, but she had 
decided that he was the one she trusted totally; he was the man she wished to 
make love to.

After several minutes of slow, deliberate touching and watching, John walked
to the foot of her bed and grasped the end of her thin covering.  Giving it
a small tug, John let the edge of the cover slowly trace a path across Rachel's
chest, exposing her breasts.  The cool friction of the material ignited
her nipples, causing electric sparks to travel the length of her spine.
Rachel's feelings were intense; her wonderment at the pleasure her body
felt mixed with the apprehension of exposing herself to John heightened
her growing sense of arousal.  John did not cease the unveiling, but soon
continued his pull, causing the cover to slide sensuously over her stomach,
exposing her pubic mound, and finally gliding over her long legs, revealing
her feet.  Noiselessly, the sheet collapsed in a silky heap on the floor.

John then proceeded to give Rachel a pleasure she had never experienced and
had seldom even imagined.  Carefully, ceremoniously even, he walked to the 
side of the bed and gently lifted her legs, first one and then the other, 
returning them to the bed.  In this way, John spread her legs, exposing the
delicate folds which no man had touched.  Rachel's heart pounded furiously,
sending a rush of warm blood to her pale skin, flushing her face and breasts
brightly.  Involuntarily, blood engorged her labia, giving Rachel that
familiar swollen feeling in the loins, causing her glands to moisten the area.

Her uncertainty and expectation at its maximum, Rachel let out a breathy gasp
as John knelt between her legs and applied his lips to her rosy folds.  As
he moistened her with his saliva, John's nose was treated to a sweet scent
of jasmine, and he buried his entire face into her, as if to consume all of
her in one great breath.  This was a feeling superior to any Rachel had 
experienced.  Smoothly, gently, John's tongue and lips explored her center, 
kissing and squeezing, gliding in and out of her delicate entrance, first 
lightly then with increased pressure, upwards and downwards, more and more
rapidly, circling her clitoris round and round, as if narrowing in on it,
getting closer and closer.   

Rachel's back arched greatly, straining the muscles of her stomach and
thighs; in the yellowy light her body took on a statuesque appearance, a
sensuous figure of strength and Eros.  Feet planted flat and firmly 
upon the bed, Rachel raised her hips high into the air, tightening still more
muscles, making her heart pound all the more furiously.  John's tongue 
continued its loving attacks, faster now, ever faster, circling and gliding, 
back and forth, and, yes!, plunging onto her clitoris, sending a shock wave 
through her stomach, her sides, up to her breasts.

A rising tide of passion pressed heavily upon Rachel's vaginal lips, pushing
and constricting, building to an unbearable plateau.  She could feel her
body twisting and contorting inside, beating a rhythm, as if her heart 
pounded only between her legs.  Throwing all reservation to the four winds,
exposing herself to the scrutiny of the universe, Rachel held in her breath
with great effort and prepared to explode.  John's tongue darting at
a fevered pace, Rachel frantically bucked her hips up and down, smearing her
lips over John's face, and began a small moan, just a hiss, then a moan,
loader and loader, bucking more and more wildly, impelling herself closer 
and closer to ecstasy until...

"Stop!"

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